Monday, December 7, 2009

At the End of a Long Day

This is going to be a complicated week. There's Copenhagen, which I can't read anything about because of Zingo. For those who don't know, Zingo is a kind of Bingo game where you match up nine pictures on plastic chits onto a board with the same pictures. I don't know how it's supposed to be played, though, only how we play it. Anyway, almost every day my daughter and I play Zingo and there's a picture for "tree" on one of the boards, I look at the fir tree lying innocently there between "worm" and "duck" and I start thinking about clear cuts and climate change and it's not good. Plus, our much loved, long-term babysitter is moving on at the end of the week. Plus, this morning I woke up and couldn't get online for hours and hours and hours. And I can't remember the last time I knit. So, as you can see, the universe seems like it could be conspiring against me. But then, just when I think I can't take one more bit of any kind of news, the ladies at Go Fug Yourself offer up this. My only caveat: I love clogs.

It's a relief to have that one body part protected from potential sexy-worry, especially when it does so much good for me personally and the world in general! Every so often I consider how, say, Clive Owen will feel about my c-section scar, but I figure it's best to cross that bridge when I'm right there on it.